the yellow daisies
we pick along the way
we put inside a glass vase
with water and some pebbles
have all wilted,
we do not care as each
one of us hurries in taking
a bath, have quick breakfast
of coffee and bread
to the office we keep ourselves
busy trying to make a living
making both ends meet.
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